Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"A monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East to seek Buddhist scriptures?"

The fake king's voice was full of hesitation. Seeing that Houzhusha stood tall and had no intention of speaking, the one who bowed his head still bowed his head, and the handsome monk simply started chanting, making the nun in the front seem like the one in charge. The king's doubts in his heart became even greater, and he asked again, "Who is the one in charge?"

Wen Jiao, who was dressed as a nun, clasped her hands together and replied in a fake manner: "The monk behind me with a solemn appearance and extraordinary demeanor is the person in charge."

Before she finished her words, she saw Xuanzang's eyes twitched at a very fast speed, as if he was disgusted by the teasing words from his own mother.

Wen Jiao just smiled and said, "...He originally came from the Tang Dynasty in the East. Because Guanyin Bodhisattva sent down a decree, inviting people to go to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West to seek the Mahayana Sutra, he received the order from the Tang Emperor to go west to obtain the sutra, and now he happens to pass through your country."

Then he pointed at Wukong, Bajie and Monk Sha in turn and said: "When we pass by the Five Finger Mountain, I will accept this divine monkey as my first disciple; when we pass by the Wusi Kingdom, I will accept this pig monster as my second disciple; when we pass by the 800-li Flowing Sand River, I will accept this ascetic as my third disciple..."

He pointed to the last person: "I passed by your country and rescued this person. He was told that his family property was seized by his trusted brothers and he was desperate and wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the river, so I took him in as a porter."

The fake king counted, one, two, three, four, five, and there was still one person missing: "Then who are you?"

Wen Jiao smiled slightly, and her appearance was indeed dignified: "Of course I am the mother of this eminent monk."

All the civil and military officials in the court and the fake king looked at Xuanzang. Well, he was handsome, but he looked to be in his thirties.

Look at Wen Jiao again, she has a pure and innocent appearance and looks like a child, no matter how you look at her, she is not even in her prime. Plus, there is a faint resemblance between the two faces, so if someone says Xuanzang is her father, people will believe it. But the other way around? We would have no right to believe you!

But the prince understood as soon as he heard her speak. Wasn't this the female voice that was supposed to talk to Elder Sun in the sound transmission talisman the day before? Afterwards, Elder Tang explained that it was his mother who was speaking.

It's only been a few hours, why is she here? Is there something wrong?

The prince's heart suddenly tightened, and in his panic, he did not notice that the ordinary monk standing at the end was secretly looking at him with tears in his eyes.

The fake king was furious when he heard this: "Bullshit! How can a monk take his mother with him when he goes abroad to seek Buddhist scriptures? How dare this evil nun speak nonsense in front of the emperor? Come on! Take them down with me!"

The prince was very anxious. Seeing the palace guards rushing forward, he could not find a reason to stop them. Although he knew that Elder Sun had some magical powers, which of the palace guards was not a carefully selected master who could fight ten people at once? Compared with such a group of masters with strong martial arts, strong helmets and sharp swords, Elder Sun was such a small monkey, and he was unarmed, so he would be chopped into pieces...

Just as he was getting anxious, he heard Wukong shout, "Stop!"

But all the civil and military officials and guards in the court were frozen in place. The one who rushed in front still held his knife in the air, one leg forward and the other backward, his body leaning forward, his eyebrows furious, and his face full of anger, as if he was charging.

The prince was overjoyed. Elder Sun had such great magical powers, so he shouldn't be afraid of his fake father, right? He stole a glance over and saw the fake king staring at Wukong with a look of fear on his face. He muttered something, but when he listened carefully, he heard: "You're right, it's really this monkey..."

Wukong pointed at the fake king and sneered, "You fake, you've been sitting on the throne for three years and you really think you're the real thing. Why don't you get down from me!" As he said that, he reached into his ear hole and took out a fine cow-hair needle that glowed with golden light. He shook it, and it immediately grew into a stick that was two meters long and as thick as a bowl.

The fake king immediately stood up and rushed out of the palace. Wukong, with a stick in his hand, also chased after him. In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared without a trace.

The Crown Prince of Wuji Kingdom closed his wide-open jaw with his hand, was silent for a while, walked over, and bowed to the pilgrims and Wen Jiao. He also remembered to pretend that he didn't know them: "My elders, everyone can see clearly what happened just now. My father has been learning civil and military strategies and the art of governing a country since he was young. He has no ability to fly. It can be seen that the person sitting on the throne is indeed an imposter."

He paused, and said anxiously, "Since that young elder was able to reveal his identity, does that mean he has some idea of ​​where this real person is?"

Wen Jiao raised her chin towards Xuanzang, signaling him to speak. Xuanzang immediately said, "Prince, you don't know that the monster was Quan Zhen, who helped your country eliminate the flood disaster. Your Majesty trusted him because of his great contributions to the country. One day, he pretended that there was a treasure in the well and led your Majesty to see it. He took the opportunity to push him into the well, and then he changed into his appearance. It has been three years now."

The person standing at the end lowered his head deeply, his shoulders shaking, as if he was trying hard not to cry out.

Xuanzang looked at him with a look of compassion on his face: "It's pitiful that your Majesty is trapped in the well, and his soul and body are suffering from the water and cold day and night. The day before yesterday, my master and I stayed at Baolin Temple in your country. He appeared in my dream late at night and gave me a gold-boxed white jade seal as a token. Only then did his injustice see the light of day."

This white jade seal with gold box was known to the prince from Baolin Temple and had already been handed over to him.

Xuanzang continued, "Last night, my eldest disciple Wukong and my second disciple Bajie carried your Majesty's body out of the well, and asked Laojun for a resurrection elixir. After taking it, they have been resurrected and are now standing on this golden palace."

He pulled the sleeve of the last person, took off his large monk's hat, and said, "Your Majesty, you may now meet your prince."

The man finally raised his head, crying with tears all over his face: "My son!"

The prince also cried with tears on his face: "Father!"

When the father and son held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, they suddenly heard a sound outside the hall, and a green light quickly swept in, mixed into the crowd, and circled around Xuanzang. Xuanzang was caught off guard and punched him several times with his bare hands. At this moment, Wukong chased in with his golden hoop stick in his hand, shouting: "Demon, where are you running to!"

After saying this, he saw the scene in the hall clearly, and his steps could not help but stop, his eyes widened with shock: "Why is there another master?"

There were two Xuanzangs standing on the left and right in the hall, with similar faces, similar clothes, similar stunned expressions, and similar arrogant looks, which made the monkey want to hit them with a stick when he saw them.

Bajie and Sha Seng rubbed their eyes and shouted, "This master just appeared. He is the monster who transformed himself!"

"Junior Brother Sha, do you remember where Master was standing just now?"

"The master was originally standing on the left, but the goblin pulled the master through a few moves and turned him around a few times, and it was impossible to tell which was which!"

In the chaos, Wen Jiao suddenly laughed: "Bajie, Sha Seng, each of you hold on to one master, and hold on tightly."

The two of them understood each other, nominally helping each other, but in reality they were firmly holding onto one of the Tang Monks. Wen Jiao approached and took in the calm expressions of the two Tang Monks, and said with a smile, "Xuanzang, in order to facilitate our recognition, my mother left a mark on you. Where is this mark?"